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May 2017
I subject myself,
My will
Unto your caring hands.

My spinal cord
Is simply a
Pedestal for your patella.

Let the grains of sand
Slip between your fingers,
My time runs on your own accord.

How can I be of assistance,
All I want is to be yours.
love, crush, freestyle, suffering, longing, imagery
Andrew Kelly
Written by
Andrew Kelly  23/M/Philadelphia
(23/M/Philadelphia)   
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